I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 195 The Arrogant Senior's Trump Card

According to past intelligence, Silas is a wicked man who has done all sorts of evil deeds, but he is highly regarded by the Pope.

Even a fool could tell that this kind of person would achieve nothing in the path of the Holy Light.

Compared to Saint Eleanor, who had cultivated her skills, Grand Inquisitor Silas's strength was somewhat lacking in front of Ron.

Under the suppression of the higher level of divine power, Silas was astonished to discover that the divine magic he had obtained from the gods had failed.
The holy light elements that were originally under his complete control now completely ignored him, instead swirling around Ron to help him quickly recover his magic power.

Damn!

The chief judge cursed inwardly, but quickly came up with an idea.

He rolled over, and a gray light flashed from the ring on his right index finger, revealing more than a dozen magic scrolls in his hand.

Silas knew perfectly well that everything he had was given to him by the Pope, and if the Pope wanted to take it back, it would only take a word.

Having embezzled, accepted bribes, and suppressed dissent for so many years, Silas has offended quite a few people.

To ensure his safety, he spent a fortune storing all sorts of magic, precisely to guard against this situation.

stab-

A blinding white light suddenly shone, and a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air from the shattered scroll, striking Ron directly in the face.

Damn it, I hate rich people!
Upon seeing this, the blond boy's hair stood on end. Relying on his physical abilities, he managed to dodge the fatal blow of the "Lightning Technique" at the last second.

Even so, Ron's forearm was still grazed by the lightning.

The fair, youthful skin on my arms rapidly carbonized and turned black, sending a burning, excruciating pain through me.

efficient!

Seeing this, Silas couldn't help but smile smugly on his usually composed face.

"Hahaha, I remember you!"

As he spoke, he tore open the scroll with the lightning pattern again. Seeing Ron scrambling around like a rat, Silas felt incredibly relieved.

The intense pain that had spread throughout my body seemed to have eased considerably.

"You're the guy who stood up for that tavern couple!"

"Let me think, what was their child's name again? I think it was Wilson, right?"

Seeing Ron's serious expression, Silas tore the scroll open again and said in a playful tone:
"The guy who talked back to me was protected by someone else, but his relatives, neighbors and parents were not."

"Ah, I've heard that his mother is a rare beauty."

As he spoke, he licked his lips, revealing a disgusting expression.

“I’m going to turn her into a bitch, imprison her in the courtroom, and have her help my subordinates take turns satisfying their sexual needs.”

"Perhaps I should organize a quiz with prizes, and give a reward to whoever hits the bullseye?"

Fuck your mother!

Hearing these inhuman and immoral words, Ron almost ground his teeth to powder.

He had no doubt about Silas's ability to carry out his duties, nor could he imagine that the gentle and kind Mrs. Mattia had encountered such a terrible thing.

Ron slammed his foot down on the boulder, abruptly changing direction to dodge, so fast that he left a trail of afterimages as he rushed toward the mocking Silas.

The longsword, interwoven with silver and black, transformed into a sharp sword beam, rapidly magnifying in the Grand Judge's pupils.

However, Silas showed no fear on his face at this moment; instead, his smile was even brighter.

We finally succeeded!
A gray light flashed again on the gemstone ring on his index finger, and an ancient scroll suddenly appeared in Silas's hand.

This is an extremely powerful high-level spell, leaning towards the realm of death and darkness. Anyone who comes into contact with it will be completely consumed by death, then rapidly rot away, leaving not even bones behind.

Silas's words were not merely out of a wicked sense of humor; more importantly, they were intended to provoke Ron and increase the hit rate of powerful magic scrolls. Of course, he wouldn't miss such an opportunity if given the chance; the thought of such a game was incredibly exciting.

It's near, it's near!
Ron, appearing as a blur, came in a straight line, seemingly intending to use his speed advantage to forcibly sever Sylas's head.

It's now!

A thought flashed through the Grand Judge's mind, and he raised his hand to tear open the ancient magic scroll.

However, he forgot one thing.

Ron was not a wild dog to be trifled with, but a lion silently gathering its strength.

In an instant, Silas felt a wave of relief wash over him, and the excruciating pain that had been inflicted on his body vanished.
Before he could even feel joy, he suddenly saw a blue light instantly envelop his entire body.

What's this! ?

The Grand Inquisitor was utterly astonished and instinctively wanted to tear open the scroll to deliver a devastating blow to Ron.

He pulled hard, but the scroll didn't budge.

For some reason, Silas's hands were trembling erratically, making it impossible for him to complete the simple action of tearing.

The next moment, the world spun around in the eyes of the chief judge, who saw an extremely old, withered body suffering from diabetes and Parkinson's disease.

Is that my body?

As the last thought flashed through his mind, the world before Silas was plunged into eternal darkness.

thump--

As the obese head fell, Ron leaned on his longsword, breathing in the fresh air.

The "shapeshifting" spell he just used was his last bit of magic.
To this end, he even dismissed all the heroic spirits and stopped maintaining the "Holy Light Healing Spell" throughout the entire area.

As for the consequences of this...
"You fucking killed him!"

The nun clenched her fist, unleashing a burst of golden holy flames and a slightly salty smell, and blasted it towards Ron's deathly pale face.

Although Saint Lillian thought Ron was a bit despicable, he was still a person with the Holy Light in his heart overall.

However, despite their mutual respect, their positions were ultimately irreconcilable.

Unless she renounces her faith, or Ron joins the Church.

The fist, as big as a sandbag, moved with incredible speed, arriving in front of Ron in the blink of an eye.

Just as the fist encased in a metal glove was 0.01 millimeters away from the boy, the sweeping holy flames suddenly vanished, and the metal-encased fist stopped in front of Ron.

At some point, the cat paw bracelet on Ron's wrist lost all its color.

A semi-transparent figure with pink hair floated in mid-air, its fair hand gently gripping the nun's neck.

Fiona proudly raised her chin, her eyes filled with scrutiny and curiosity.

"Hmph, how could the white-robed archbishop from over a thousand years later still wet his pants?"

"What a bunch of unfilial descendants! If it were me, I would have beaten these rotten fish to a pulp long ago."

As he spoke, the arrogant senior glanced at Ron, and seeing the very interesting expression on his face, said smugly:
"For a mage, the experience of traveling through time is truly rare, so I specially separated a small part of my soul to see the world a thousand years from now."

"How about it, junior? Surprised?"

To be honest, Ron was both surprised and delighted at this moment, never expecting that the amulet given by the first guild master was actually a small part of her soul.

If he had known this would happen, why would he have fought so hard?

"Senior Fiona, please have mercy! Don't kill her! Capture her alive! Capture her alive!"

(End of this chapter)